Unknown

Unknown
Father of Fear,
chases the sane
to the boundaries of
Insanity.
Listen-
the
pbLUNK of faucet drippings,
the
GAUnK of swallowing anxiety.
Unknown
pulses in us ,
makes us fear
lonely devils on the road.
The angels in disguise
we cling to
calm our heartbeats.
The dark is still there,
tiptoeing on a creaking step,
over,
and over...
Until our crosses,
tight around our throats,
say ten Hail Mary’s before bed.
When the whole time
all we feared was
ourselves.